Persephone's worries were almost flowing out of her eyes!
Morpheus stood aside, straightening his back. The punch he had received wasn't much, but it surprisingly stung
right now. Did she not remember that he also had injuries? Did she not realize these were a mix of old and new
injuries?
He assessed Seamus thoroughly.
Seams was good-looking and refined. He appeared as a dashing young fellow. However, the viciousness in his
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpunch moments ago contradicted his genteel appearance.
Seamus was fairer, leaner, and had more delicate features, yet his muscles were as developed as his. Morpheus
grunted and cleared his throat.
Persephone finally remembered him and turned to look.
"This is..."
"He's Seamus Rutherford," Persephone introduced formally. "My... My good friend."
She couldn't say Seamus was her bodyguard. After all, how could a regular girl have a bodyguard?
In spite of it, the words "good friend" pricked Morpheus' heart.
He glanced at her wrist and then at Seamus'. They both wore identical bracelets with similar pendants.
'Ah, so they are the perfect match,' he thought. 'Good friends? This is probably her boyfriend.'
Morpheus furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of displeasure.
"Seamus, this is Morpheus Orton." Persephone smiled. "During my time in Flinge, he's been taking care of me a lot!"
Seamus remained cautious, scrutinizing Morpheus multiple times before extending his hand with a smile.
Morpheus reluctantly shook hands, swiftly retracting his hand.
"Thank you for looking after Persephone." Seamus was gracious. "Now that I'm here, she won't trouble you
anymore. She has caused you inconvenience during this time at your place. I'd like to compensate you if you're—"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Is this your first time in Flinge?" Morpheus interrupted. "Why don't you come to my place? I'll prepare some
snacks, and we can have a chat!"
Seamus stayed vigilant and didn't respond.
Meanwhile, Persephone tugged at his arm and gave him a look.
Morpheus stepped forward to whisper in his ear, "The streets aren't a place to talk. Come to my place.
We can discuss the 'compensation' then!"
Seamus looked at him.
Both men had a similarly dark gleam in their eyes.
Morpheus smirked, striding ahead, while Persephone pulled Seamus close behind. -